Friday, March 12, 2010

My little Monster

Yesterday was the first time I've ever referred to my baby as a Little Monster. Every morning she wakes Trent and I up talking in her crib. One of us goes and gets her, puts her in our bed with the other one then goes and makes a bottle. She drinks her bottle then will whisper to herself or crawl all over us for up to a half hour so we can take time to wake up... I know, we're lucky.Yesterday started off like any other day, but once I got up, if I put Ila down for a second she would start screaming at me... loud, angry screams. Never crying. Just ugly screams at the top of her lungs. It would startle me every time, she was just mad. She didn't want to eat, she didn't really want to play, if I gave her a toy, she would scream at her toy. I noticed she was drooling a lot too, so I thought maybe she was teething. I gave her Tylenol, but it didn't really seem to help. Finally, she seemed to be getting tired, so I laid her down like normal, and of course she screamed at me. And she kept screaming. I went back in (not a single tear on her face) and picked her up and rocked her to sleep, grateful for the silence.Once she woke up, the rest of the day seemed to follow about the same pattern. Unless we were outside, she was not a very happy camper.When Trent was home, it was his turn. He called me in because sure enough, he'd discover another tooth. So there was a reason for the madness.By 6 o'clock, we were glad to put her in bed, even though she usually doesn't go down til 7:30 or 8.This morning was the same as all mornings, although she woke up at 5. After she had her bottle, she laid herself down across my rib cage and we stared at each other. She would play with my hair, or lovingly stroke my face and neck. I was so happy to have my little princess back.Since we got out of bed, today is following the same pattern as yesterday. Angry screams. I'm blaming it on the tooth.I put her down for a nap and came across this blog. I felt sick. My eyes welled up a little and I got to stop reading cause I heard my baby. I'm glad she's awake now and sitting in my lap as I finish typing this even though the yelling at me will resume shortly. She's healthy, and (normally) happy, and that's all that matters.

About Me

I'm Cherie. I have an awesome, perfect, HOT husband named Trent and we have a sweet little peanut named Ila, born August 16th 2009. This blog is about happenings in our lives and other things I find neat.